Reported by M**** (my partner): As we approached the lights they changed to green, as we
went into the crossing the car aquaplaned, speed 43 kph, we hit the large industrial power pole
just after the intersection, S*****, who was laying on the mattress in the back of the panel van,
was thrown forward into the back of R***'s head, driving her into the steering wheel.

Medical Info: S*****'s spine was broken L4, I suffered Fractures Basal area, Frontal Lobe, Right
eye socket, Right Zygoma, all depressed, 6 holes in dura, also spokes of steering wheel and
indicator entered throat up into roof of mouth, right upper and lower thorax. M**** suffered a
small seat belt bruise.

My Mother Reported that: In the afternoon of 25/02/82 they were in the office of Proffessor
B******* (Professor of Neurosurgery) where the prof. was reporting my death and that they
should be grateful, as I would have been a vegetable had I survived, during this conversation a
young frightened Nurse came rushing into the office, blurting out "She is alive, she sat up and
spoke!", the prof. chastised her for interupting them 3 times before taking her outside and
lecturing her about "dead bodies" moving and making noises, the Nurse was emphatic, "She sat
up and said "Dont give me any more Drugs!"", at this point my mother took the prof. by one
elbow, my father by his and marched them down the corridor to see, they found me in a back
corridor where I had apparently been placed so the nurse could remove equipment prior to my
transfer to the Morgue, I was in deep coma and breathing, I remained in coma for a further 10
days.

My NDE: I don't know when in the above events my experience took place. I have no memory
of the process of dying or leaving my body.

I was moving head first thru a dark maelstorm of what looked like black boiling clouds, feeling
that I was being beckoned to the sides which frightened me, ahead was a tiny dot of bright light
which steadily grew and brightened as I drew nearer, I became aware that I must be dead and
was concerned for Mum & Dad and my Sister, and somewhat upset with myself as I thought
"they will soon get over it" like it was in passing just a fleeting thought as I rushed greedily
forward towards this light.

I arrived in an explosion of glorious light into a room with insubstantial walls, standing before a
man about in his 30's about 6 foot tall, reddish brown shoulder length hair and an incredibly
neat, short beard & mo., He wore a simple white robe, light seemed to eminate from Him and I
felt He had great age and wisdom.

He welcomed me with great Love, tranquility, Peace (indescribable), no words, I felt " I can sit
at your feet forever and be content". which struck me as a strange thing to think/say/feel, I
became fascinated by the fabric of His robe, trying to figure out how light could be woven!

He stood beside me and directed me to look to my left, where I was replaying my life's less
complimentary moments, I relived those moments and felt not only what I had done but also the
hurt I had caused, some of the things I would have never imagined could have caused pain. I was
suprised that some things I may have worried about, like shoplifting a chocolate as a child, were
not there whilst casual remarks which caused hurt unknown to me at the time were counted.
When I became burdened with guilt I was directed to other events which gave joy to others.
Although I felt unworthy it seemed the balance was in my favour, I received great Love.

I was led further into the room, which became a hall and there coming towards me was my
Grandfather, he looked younger than I remembered and was without his Hare lip or cleft pallet,
but undoubtably my grandfather. We hugged, he spoke to me and welcomed me. I was moved to
forgive him for dying when I was 14 and making me break my promise, to become a Doctor and
find a cure for his heart condition, until that moment I had not realised I had been angry at him!

Grandad told me that Grandma was coming soon and he was looking forward to her arrival, I
enquired why she was coming soon as she had been traveling from her home in Manchester, to
NZ, to Miami for continual summer for a number of years! Grandad told me she had Cancer of
the Bowel and was coming soon, Grandad seemed to have no grasp of time when I pressed for
how soon. (Grandma was diagnosed 3 months later and died in August. I had upset my mother
by telling her about it when I regained conciousness.), after Grandad and I had talked a while he
took me further into the room which became a hall again, we approached a group of people
whom I started to recognise.

The Person who first welcomed me came and placed his hand on my shoulder and turned me
towards Him. He said "You must return, you have a task to perform". I wanted to argue, I
wanted to stay. I glanced back at Grandad and was propelled quickly towards the entrance. At
the threshold all became blackness, nothing, no awareness.

After: I awoke from my coma slowly, over several days, half dreamed memories of familiar
voices and glimpses of faces. The clearest moments were several occasions where I would
awake from deep sleep to find a nurse with a syringe and I awoke to refuse any Drugs, I have no
idea why! I had three lots of surgery to repair my face, skull, eye socket.

Left hospital with Pain, double vision, anosmia, and damage to 8th cranial nerve left me with
nausea and disturbed balance. I was for two years angry at G-d, for sending me back in such
torment, with a task to do with no clues or instructions, only one thing a clear message I have no
idea how to pass on, which is "It is time to live according to your Beliefs, whatever they may be,
to put you House in order, For the End Times are upon us!"

This can't be my task, there was no booming voice, or any way I know the message got there. I
am also unsure of the identity of the gatekeeper, no nametag, no introduction!

It took me 5 years as a zombie, before I was able to rehabilitate myself, I have gainful
employment, formed the Head Injury Society NZ. in 1987, and am paraded as the example of
how well it is possible to recover from Aquired Brain Damage.

I still dont know my task, still have pain, anosmia, diplopia, etc.

That's about it except to say that the memory of the NDE is more real than what I did yesterday.

Shalom....

Peace & Love

PS. Please take note: I am Not nor have I ever been a Christian, had I thought about it before my
NDE, I would not have expected the gate keeper to look as he did, rather I would have expected
a very old Patriarch.